socially awkward.

strangers.

funkienokie:

Three inches.

Just few more,

and our skin is almost touching –

warm and silky, against mine.

Three inches. 

A few more,

and your world will meet mine –

like yin and yang.

Three inches.

Few more,

and I will start a conversation –

your name and number maybe.

I wished I had enough courage

to take,

three more inches

of space.

strangers.

Three inches.

Just few more,

and our skin is almost touching –

warm and silky, against mine.

Three inches. 

A few more,

and your world will meet mine –

like yin and yang.

Three inches.

Few more,

and I will start a conversation –

your name and number maybe.

I wished I had enough courage

to take,

three more inches

of space.

The Chase

august-is-over:

Every guy has that girl that makes him work so hard for her, you know the one you put in forty hours of work, to spend a second with her. The one who makes him work for her love, who he loves and will do forever. Only when he finally gets her, when she finally gives her love to him. That’s when he realises he doesn’t quite love her, it’s just the girl who taught you the chase, you know the excitement of the game. Like the largest catch you’ll ever get, you get it and then you let it go, that’s the most beautiful thing about her, she makes you work for it and you in doing so you realise how rewarding it is to work for something.

When Sorry Isn’t Enough.

august-is-over:

We’ve all found ourselves hurting someone at some point, sometimes we hurt someone so much that it leaves a cavern in their heart and no words can heal the hole you leave behind. I hurt someone I really cared about not so long ago, and sadly she’s still hurting, and it’s difficult to watch from where I’m standing, because right now I’m in a place where I’m happy and in love. I guess we’re standing on two sides of a river, and she’s watching me happily content and moving on with my life, every now and again I glance across this river and I can see sadness in her heart and it hurts to know that it’s my fault. 

I never quite understood the perplexity of love before, and I guess I can’t say that I ever will but I guess it never occurred to me that I would wind up hurting someone like that, and the saddest part is I never once stopped to think how much I could hurt her, how much capacity I had. I feel guilty for being this happy, because every time I glance across this river I am met by an image of what my hands moulded, and consequently destructed. 

You see when you’ve been hurt before, and believe you me, I have, you sort of come to the belief that you would never do the same to someone else, but it’s that negligent belief that because you’ve been hurt, you no longer hold the capacity to then inadvertently hurt someone else. It’s that very belief that leads you to hurting someone. I can’t apologise enough, but I am sorry, that was never my intention. I guess sometimes I question which is worse, hurting someone intentionally or hurting someone unintentionally, because regardless of intention the end result remains the same.

To you; 

I’m sorry, I never expected things to work out the way they did, I never thought that you would be as hurt as you are, I can’t take back the things that I said and did. I can’t be there to fix them, but I am, from the depth of my heart sorry, for right now that’s all I can be, I hope one day someone comes along and heals your heart, I’m sorry that someone else has to pick up the mess that I made. 

I love you.

august-is-over:

I love you, and I’ll always love you, so much so that sometimes it scares me, but I don’t need to tell you that because you know. I know you feel the same. I’m here to watch over you and protect you, I’ll be the place you hide away from the world in, the one place you feel safe and sound, I’ll lend you every ounce of my strength when you need it, I’ll wipe away the tears from your face and exchange them for a smile, a laugh. I love you, you mean everything to me and it hurts when you’re not okay, although I’m always here, right beside you with a hand to hold. Here, to let you know everything will be okay and even if it isn’t I’m here to weather to storm alongside you. 

Healing.

august-is-over:

I’ve seen and been through a great deal of things in my life. From each, I have come to consume a great deal of knowledge. I have learned that some things you will see can be truly haunting and terrifying. They can stalk your dreams and get you while you sleep. There are things that you can experience that will cut you deeply. They will make you bleed, and no matter what those wounds do to you, they never seem to completely heal. Instead they bear a reminder of what you’ve seen and been through. They appear as scars that blemish otherwise perfect skin, as a mark of resilience, as a mark of a fight won or a mark of a battle lost. Either way they become forever sown into the depths of your being.

For a many number of years I often wondered if there ever was a way to forget, to move on and leave the past where it belongs. And it sounds almost cliched, what I’m about to say, that is. But it’s weird because it’s really simple. There isn’t a way to forget, because those experiences are what make you who you are, but there is something that can soothe the pain of it all. And as cliched as it sounds, it’s love. Love. I guess it’s in its simplicity, the thing which makes it so beautiful. You can’t forget the past, you can’t forget the pain but love can wrap around those wounds like a bandaid. And while it masks the wounds from view, love works to heal them. And it may not do completely. That’s probably too much to ask. But love has a way of washing you with a beautiful calm, a serene peace. Over the last month I’ve started to heal from my past. And honestly, cliched or not, it’s her love that makes it so. I’ve never felt so free of my past. I have never felt so different. Like a completely new incarnation of myself. I’ve never been so happy. So I thank love, and her, for loving me the way she does.

Beats only for you.

august-is-over:

You have the words in you to change the world, you have a heart that screams louder than thunder. You have everything I have ever searched for. To me you are perfect down to the last strand of hair that is sown into the fabric of you.

I’ve lost you before and that hurt me. Somehow you found your way back to me and now I love you more than I ever fathomed that I could, now I know a happiness I never knew existed. Now I know how effortless and easy it is to be yours. I’m not afraid to admit that I’m terrified of losing you again. That’s why this time I’m playing for keeps. This time I want it to be forever. This time I’ve come to learn that my heart beats only for you.

A Comet.

august-is-over:

Throughout history comets have been known to inspire humankind. They have been a shining beacon in the sky which can inspire hope and love. They have been the light when all else was dark, they have I’m sure given humankind belief and strength and been the light that has guided the way to something of sheer greatness.

I’m one of a few in the world lucky enough to know what the inspiration of a comet can be like, I have seen one soar across the night sky, and set it ablaze with light, but more than that it’s hope, it’s inspiration, belief, strength. I am even luckier that I have my own comet, and she does not rest in the sky, but rather she takes a human form.

In the few short years I’ve known her, I have realized the magnitude of her grace, her astonishing beauty, her unmatched smarts and the sheer desire to fulfill her dreams. The way she loves, and how she touches everything that is graced by her presence. Those qualities are what make me sure that someday she will excel to unearthly heights. I doubt she knows it yet and wouldn’t admit it, but I’ll be there for the day I get to say, “I told you so”.

Her qualities are what inspire me to be something greater than I am, that I know I can someday be. It’s is her belief in me, when I do not believe in myself that makes me stand so tall. It is her radiance that lights my path to desires of greatness and it is her friendship that makes me strong and resistant to whatever comes my way. Most of all it is her love, it’s the way she loves me that will ultimately see that I reach greatness, and when I do… I want nothing more than for her to be standing right next to me. So I am thankful for my comet because she gives me light in an otherwise dark world. 

marieandmadness:

I don’t deserve to be loved.

I am rotten inside.
So much viciousness resides in
this fragmented soul.

I am a little devil 
hiding behind childish acts.

I am a liar,
a traitor.

I am someone not worthy
of something as pure as love.

I am a disappointment to many,
an enemy to some.
I am a nightmare born of hatred.

I am filled with angst,
and an envious being.
I am greedy.
I am vain.
I am selfish.

I am everything you would not want to be.
And I don’t deserve to be loved.

Please, kill me. 

Chess.

august-is-over:

Events in life are like a chess game, you make moves against life itself, some of those moves act to shorten the spam of your life. Others can lengthen it considerably. Like chess, life can be long and gruelling, it can sometimes seem relentless. And sometimes, it can seem like you’re stuck. But all you really need to do is stand back, take a look of the board as a whole, take your opponents position and gage his reaction. And that’s when you find your way out.

Like in all games sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Whatever the outcome, it matters little. Because when you lose you learn not to make the same mistakes again, you learn to not be read so easily, and to become predictable. From winning you learn the tricks to succeed and find your way out the situations life plays into your hands. You are your own king, and you secure your own future. Although, If you’re very lucky, you’ll have your own queen to watch your back and demolish all that stands in your way, all that forces you to check.